
We wave goodbye to Key West and can't wait to drive up the road to mile marker 28.5 to catch the launch to Little Palm Island for lunch. The 10-minute ride transports you a different world than the one you just left.

A hostess greets you enthusiastically at the dock and you are escorted into the restaurant.
As menus and a wine list appear, so does a delighful little bit of foccacio

I order an appetizing tasting menu which is four artfully presented tidbits ... a ceviche, an empanda, a chicken tender (should be called a chicken popsicle) and conch fritters.

It's good ... not spectacular, but I'm so very happy here, I really don't care! Rick orders a very good blackened chicken that is meant to be wrapped in lettuce leaves. We linger over wine and share a slice of Key Lime pie.

Unfortunately for us, but just the way it should be, luncheon guests are not allowed to walk around the island. But here's a few shots of what we



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